Yu Yan clicked his tongue, "Even Ji Qinglin is not your type, Gu Youning, your vision is high enough!"
Yu Yan flipped through the small notebook in his hand, and asked casually: "Then what do you like? Let me choose for you? Ning Qing, the young city lord of Sifang City, is said to be a gentle and elegant young master, and also a member of the Xiaoyao School." His big disciple Feng Jianli is not bad... There are all kinds of them, Mr. Bao is satisfied~"
This is like picking cabbage.
Fu Yue: "It's pretty."
Every minute she exposed her nature as a dog.
Yu Yan smiled, "Sister, I also like pretty ones hehehe~"
Fu Yue disliked her a little.
Yu Yan: "Actually, I came to you two yesterday because I saw Ji Qinglin's face. Unfortunately, it's too confusing and boring!"
Yu Yan clicked his tongue twice.
In his words, he did not conceal his dislike for Ji Qinglin.
She flipped through the small notebook in her hand and muttered: "You want to be good-looking, to be honest, I really don't have any better-looking than Ji Qinglin for the time being... Wait, don't tell me, I really found one! "
When Yu Yan slapped his thigh, Fu Yue was startled.
Fu Yue didn't know how many times this was the first time she had disliked Yu Yan.
Yu Yan pointed to a name on the small notebook, leaned in front of Fu Yue, and said excitedly: "This person!"
Fu Yue looked down carefully.
At first glance, she rubbed her eyes, thinking she was wrong.
Second eye, third eye.
The two words remained motionless.
"..."
In the small book, it is clearly written in black and white.
Those two words.
Qi Shen.
That's right, it's Qi Chen, the mad leader of the Demon Cult.
Yu Yan thought that Fu Yue didn't know Qi Chen very well, so he began to babble, "Although this Qi Chen has been wearing a mask all the time, just by looking at his chin, tsk, that curve... you can tell that this person is definitely not bad looking! It is said that someone has seen his true face, and he is more beautiful than a woman!"
Yu Yan's smile was a bit magical.
Fu Yue: "..."
She pushed the small notebook in Yu Yan's hand, waved her hand and said, "Take it away, I don't want to see this name, if you shake it in front of me again, I won't be able to resist tearing it up!"
Metaphor: "?"
She hurriedly put the small notebook into her bosom.
Just kidding, this is her lifeline!
"Why? Qi Chen has a grudge against you?"
Fu Yue sneered: "It's more than that. It's thanks to him that I'm in this situation now. Tell me, do I have any enmity with him?"
Metaphor: "... yes."
Looking at Fu Yue's face, Yu Yan asked cautiously: "You don't want to seek revenge from him, do you?"
Fu Yue was silent.
But her tightly pursed red lips and icy complexion had already made clear her attitude.
Yu Yan felt that she needed to persuade Gu Youning.
"Well, it's fine if there are other people, sister, I will go through fire and water to support you in revenge, but this Qi Chen..."
Yu Yan paused, she hugged Fu Yue's shoulders, and said earnestly: "Listen to my sister's words, life is important."
Fu Yue didn't speak, but obviously he didn't want to.
"Stubborn."
A pleasant voice came from the side.
Yu Yan nodded hastily, hating iron for not becoming steel: "That's right, stubborn...spirit..."
Seems to be aware of something.
Yu Yan was like a duck being strangled by the neck, she slowly turned her head in the direction of the voice.
This is clearly a male voice.
Fuck, who? !
Fu Yue's face also sank, she squeezed the dagger in her hand, quickly pulled Yu Yan behind her, and looked at the person coming.
As far as the eye can see.
The man was dressed in a stunning red dress, standing with his hands behind his back, a long body standing tall and tall not far away, his satin-like black hair hung behind him, and the breeze blew through the ends of his hair, making slight arcs. The silver mask symbolizes his identity.
Qi Shen.
The temperature in Fu Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold, the fingertips holding the dagger turned white, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Metaphor: "..."
She is a little weak-legged.
Stretching out his hand to poke Fu Yue, he asked tremblingly, "Am I blind?"
Fu Yue: "...you are blind."
Yu Yan wants to cry but has no tears.
She really wanted to go straight over!
Qi Chen looked at Fu Yue, and walked beside her in a blink of an eye. His body was covered with that familiar cold fragrance, intoxicating with a few hints of snow.
He put his hand around her hand holding the dagger, and smiled mockingly, "What? Want to kill me?"